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Looking Up
West splits east with an arrow
Oct 17, 2020
There is hate here, but it stays
low to the ground while singing drafts
higher up — a cedar finger dragging
a flat sky; steeple rippling
the surface of resolve. Up there,
west splits east with an arrow
drawn back in a Sunday wind, feathers
pointing towards cracks in the clock
smashed by a bullet or a bird nose
and dropping away; falling to ground
in witness of the love that overcomes
fear — eventually — every single time.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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